You've written poems all titled with initials
Memories of friends of your past
These poems recite the good times you had
Each person remembered fondly
I worry if you'll remember me the same way.
Especially when I know that each person may have helped you, but left you behind in the end.
Writing these poems left you in shambles, haunted by flashbacks.
Were these ever truly friends?
Were the memories worth going back to when the past hurt your present?
When they made you doubt my feelings for you?
Made you forget the months I spent trying to help the ghosts leave you?
Now you ask what I think of these poems.
I can't explain it to you.
I think it's terrible that my time was nearly destroyed because of othere who helped you once.
The past should stay in the past,
Especially when dwelling on it ruins the future.